Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.